I’m over at Michael H.’s place, sitting on an oversized heap of pillows, sipping bourbon and writing code, hammering away on the language feature I’ve spent the last three days on. Candace is doing something complicated to a bunch of playlists; Eva is busy with some colored pencils adding her own unique twist to a giant psychedelic mutant furry cat poster; and Barry is trying to decide whether Python returns objects by value or reference, or whether that’s actually a meaningful distinction in this context. The noises in the kitchen suggest that Michael is cooking something. The Mackies are cruising along, Pixel is running around collecting cuddles, and life feels very good.